Du Fu
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. When the poet heard that the loyalist army had recovered the rebel lair, he wept with joy and immediately packed up and prepared to go back to his hometown.